Reincarnated With SSS Deathless Skill in Female Dominated World!



Chapter 40: The Demons' Maze (7)

A few things couldn't have been changed…

One of them was Hunter's speed.

It was still quite low.

As he extended his gloved hand toward Aza's face, she kicked the ground and distanced herself from him. Then, her alarming body told her to escape as far as possible, or at least toward her grandma, who was the guild leader of the Beast Domination Guild.

Which she listened to, running toward the exit.

However, Hunter's original skill barred her way, knotting the roses and their stems to form a hedge of the bloody garden! This wasn't something she could easily tear through. And even if she did by combining her innate skill with her mace, roaring like a beast with her muscles drawn taut, Hunter had produced so much blood beforehand that he could easily stop her from leaving this place.

Soon, he sealed another route, with nothing but his towering body encased in black armor, which made him taller and closer to a monster than a human.

Stretching his hand once again, Hunter, this time, was stopped by Aza's desperate attempt to stop him as she swiped her mace at him. However, all she did was stop his attempt to grasp her.

Worse, her entire arm instantly became numb after meeting Hunter's glove.

"Can you turn yourself into a beast to reverse the situation like I had done? Or are you empty, with no opportunities?"

Irked by his words and compelled by the deadly gravity of her perilous situation, Aza clenched the hilt of her mace with both hands and waved at his extended arm like a maddened beast, trying to break it apart.

Her curves roared with the strength of the beast sealed within her… yet only grunts of the beast and Aza mixed with the loud clangs bouncing off Deathless' Dullahan armor were the product of her desperation.

Which confirmed that her instincts hadn't been lying to her.

All of a sudden, the man had returned from death and was stronger than her!

"No? Then, it's my turn."

As the haughty words entered Aza's words, Hunter snatched her long mace and put his hands on its long shaft, splitting it into half like a thin branch. This much left Aza stunned and frightened, as this mace's shaft was made out of the tough shank of the dangerous B Rank Monster!

And he just broke it like that…

Continuing the domination, Hunter tossed up the crown of the mace like it was a ball before sinking his fingers into it, tearing it asunder!

While her rocking eyes reflected her opponent's feats, Hunter walked in and thrust his right hand into her stomach, easily penetrating through her tough flesh and bones, drawing a painful groan from his foe. He clenched all organs that rolled onto his hand, popping them like balloons or yanking them outside like a brute.

Just those moves alone drowned Aza in immense pain, compelling her to scream.

Hunter didn't seem to like it as he raised his other free hand and slapped her face left and right. Each slap left her more swollen than before. When he stopped silencing her, Aza's head hung low, and her cheeks were so swollen that her eyes were barely seen.

She was still conscious, courtesy of her beast self.

Which Hunter could only be thankful for.

"I won't take my time killing you…" He took his encased-in-darkness arm off her stomach and turned around, walking away in a strut. "You'll take time killing yourself."

Following that declaration were Hunter's last moves. He ordered his red roses to break her limbs and fill her mouth so that she wouldn't kill herself, clearly aware that the gaping laceration on her stomach was enough to kill her off.

Moreover, such a wound was one of the worst methods to kill someone, as people slowly dying with it were left in one of the worst possible torments.

A natural torment that didn't require any skills or schemes.

Just a pure raw strength that Hunter had and dominated Aza with.

Unable to scream or even bite off her tongue and devoid of her limbs, Aza was lying in her pool of blood, flesh, and organs, all mixed beneath her like poop, coming closer to death with each passing second.

A few minutes later… another beast woman died at Hunter's hands.

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Thud!

Hunter fell before his head and quickly stretched his hands to grasp it. Soon, he put it on the proper spot and waited a few seconds for his high regeneration to properly latch it to his body.

Meanwhile, his dark armor dispersed into nothingness, turning him back into a human.

With that, Hunter's new and profound strength dispersed.

It was not over, though.

As the immense pain drowned him once again, for Hunter was a human, he was also feeling the after-effects of turning himself into a Dullahan. Other than feeling excruciating pain from what he believed was an unknown origin within himself that the name he wasn't aware of, Hunter no longer could think well, resulting in him cutting his connection with the red roses.

The entire bloody garden turned into unusable blood, which seeped into the earth.

And now, Hunter was truly helpless.

If a monster or a demon stumbled upon him, he'd die.

'Seraphina… how is she?' Hunter strained to look at Seraphina, whose body was in a worse state, her entire self lying in the pool of her own blood.

Was she alive? Could she last until hunters appeared here to save them?

That was… the least of Hunter's problems as the sounds of footsteps rippled in the dim and messy cave.

In the blink of an eye, Hunter suddenly saw a pair of two slender legs wrapped in tight unitard standing before him. As he lifted his eyes, he first saw a pair of ample breasts jutting out, encased in the same material, and then finally, a purple-black-haired woman looking straight into his weary eyes.

"I sense Nakisha within you."

Hunter's heart sank.